Until I get organized from the weekend whirlwind...

Maybe it was the return home, or interleague play, or Gagne's gauchos, or even a karmic reward for my friend Ted conquering his terror of flying and coming up for his first-ever trip to Fenway... whatever it was, nice job, boys. Nice job.

(Photo from Saturday's first game. Poor Ted was on the concourse; I do believe Papi hit two for him Sunday to make up for it.)